O Canada, we cry with shame for thee Peaceful protestors in Ottawa have been removed by force by the local police. A woman was trampled by a police horse, others were beaten or tear-gassed. Three leaders were arrested and the bank accounts of many people who merely donated money to the cause were frozen. Now…
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Anti-travelogue: Karl-Marx-Stadt
I like to write about travel (even though most people seem to prefer to read about politics), but since at the moment I am not traveling, and talking about politics in this time can be depressing, I will write about the city where I am temporarily residing, which is not a city I like. The…
The play: Strindberg, Ibsen, Munch
As you may by now know, one of my activities at Björkö Konstnod was to write a screenplay which ended up becoming a sort of one-act play. It was about Scandinavian playwrights Henrik Ibsen and August Strindberg meeting in the Afterlife, which in this case was a desert island covered with ice and snow (a…
What's going on in Canada?
Having lived in Montreal for seven years, perhaps I should know a bit more than I actually do, but I haven’t been in Canada since the start of “corona” and so I don’t really know the details of the current situation. What I do know is that Canada had very strict regulations, a group of…
Back to the new normal
In a story by August Strindberg, a student visits an island and is enchanted by it. The landscape is beautiful, his experiences are joyful and everyone is friendly. He returns overjoyed: “Perhaps you ask whether the island really was so wonderful. I answer: I found it so, but perhaps the beauty was in my way…
Sweden. Day 40. Epilogue.
So this is it. Now I am on the train from Stockholm to Copenhagen, and from there to Germany, finally leaving Sweden. It was hard to leave, and not just because I loved the country. I actually missed my train, so I had a lot of trouble to extend my stay in Stockholm for one…
Sweden. Day 39. My three answers.
Today I took my last walk around Björkö. I visited the hairy cows and the horses for one last time. Then I went towards the sea in Marum, crossed the little bridge and returned through the forest to Kulla. I did not see any lynx, moose or fox, but I found a few large bones…
Sweden. Day 38. Skål.
Yesterday I did a small presentation of my work at BKN, showing again the video and a recording of the play to the local artists, which the organizer, Anna Viola, hadn’t seen. Now there is a new artist from Taiwan that is taking my studio space. She’s probably sitting right now on my desk, looking…
Sweden. Day 37. Lagom.
In the end, since I am going to remain still three more days in Sweden, I decided to continue writing about the country. And why not? There is always something to say. I was thinking about that word, “lagom”. Three people mentioned it in my documentary “Three questions about Sweden“. It means “not too little…
Sweden. Day 36. The road ahead
While I am still staying in Sweden a few more days, and I will still spend a day in Stockholm before finally leaving, I don’t know if I should continue with the daily posts. I feel that after the climax of the presentation, there is not much more that needs to be added, unless something…